jthm-fandom asked: It takes you a little while to actually fly to LoWaF, what with your balance being so terribly off. And once you manage to get there, you nearly manage to crash into one of the cotton bushes. Brushing it off and flicking the fluff off of your shirt, you stride up to Cute's door as quickly as you can and knock on it, only hesitating a little. It only now occurs to you that maybe this is some kind of anon-trick to get you to go talk to Cute...
Your completely not pregnant splinter answers the door with a curious gaze and takes only a moment to register who the visitor at the door is.
Your splinter’s eyes light up and she lets out a squeal as she flings her arms around her now tinier moirail than she’s used to. Now you’re excited from your spot on the couch upon hearing your moirail’s name. With a gentle touch, you make sure Ani’s up off your sholder before floating into the air and dashing towards the door with a gleeful purr.
You grin a bright smile and your splinter disappears as your more delicate pregnant self reaches out and gently hugs your moirail before he gets a chance to say much else. Only after a happy sigh and a "Cthulu, you’re so thin!” do you actually respond to either of your friends questions.
A surprised look crosses your face and you pull out of the hug, looking back and forth between the two fandoms. Had they really never met? Are you introducing them? Huh!
With a nervous little smile at first, you float back out of the doorway, gently taking Nny by the hand and leading him in your home. You speak slowly, considering that not only is Ani half asleep, but if you remember right, tiny Nny has some brain damage going on right now.
Nny, I don’t know if I’ve told you about her in this point on the timeline yet, but this is +Anima. Ani, this is my moirail I’ve told you about, I know for sure, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac.
You smile brightly and reach out for Ani’s hand to put the two fandoms’ hands into a handshake. Your tail twitches in delight as you watch their faces, hoping to see their first reactions to one another..! They are your CLOSEST friends, after all, and you get to experience how they meet in person!
The corners of your lips quirked as you spoke the words at the same time, find it mildly amusing. You politely move out of the way for Cute and her friend as she gently pulls him inside and you could finally get a look. He was tall, slender built with spiky black hair. He didn’t seem to have pupils. And his boot’s were really nice. You give him a little wave as Cute introduces you to him, a kind face as you give a small smile. When she in turn introduces him to you you’re eyes widen a bit before you give a happy little laugh as Cute puts the two of your hands together to shake.
+AF: So you’re the one little Cute’s been telling me all about.
+AF: It’s nice to finally meet you Johnny. Thank you for being there for Cute.
It’s only as your hand touch though, that you get a strange read on him. Like something was amiss. You purposefully read his life force at the touch and it was damaged. Back of his head or something, which tugs your mouth into a small frown. You glance to cute then back to him.
+AF: Are… I mean.. were you recently injured?
You ask, a little concerned for his sake. You were saddened anyone would be hurt, but especially Cute’s best friend. You were still completely oblivious to what exactly had transpired before hand. You never got to speak to little Cute before she swapped with her older self.
You, too, give a small chuckle as the words leave your mouths simultaneously, remembering how Cute had talked about this one before, this realization bringing a calm smile to your lips as you shake her hand.
Nice to meet you! Cute’s talked a lot about you…
As she asks about your injury, however, you give a small sigh and brush your hair away to reveal the bandage on your forehead, giving Cute a tiny, worried look. Did you tell her in the future? If not, now’s gonna be a pretty shocking reveal.
Yeah… Blew my own brains out after I godtiered… Had to get rid of a tumour and kinda panicked a bit.
You say nonchalantly, as if this wasn’t a big deal at all. You’re alive, after all, and were never in any risk of dying since blowing a hole in your own head is neither just nor heroic.